Working Backwards Novels & Stories

Only one path left. Through.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

I have no other option but to wait for Rowan to come back. I just hope Rhett wouldn't ask me to go back to Tarek. I can't go back to him. I sat down on the couch and rubbed my hands on my stomach. I brought out my phone and kept scrolling, thinking of what to do next. “Damn!” How could I forget Gwendolyn? How? How could I forget my best friend? The way things went a few weeks ago was too crappy and I didn't even get to congratulate her on finding her own mate.

No rewriting necessary. We may get an opportunity now after many weeks have passed.

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.

We naturally got together, and he treated me attentively during our years together. This continued until Aurora's return. In my previous life, I refused to let go of our long-term relationship, which led me to fall deeper and deeper. Looking at the scene before me, I just wanted to get rid of Zac as soon as possible, so I simply said coldly, "No need, Zac."

After Amy and I finalized our partnership, she flew to Northia to handle the opening of our herbal remedy lab. I, on the other hand, met with an experienced advisor from within the pack. Since Ryan and I were never officially marked as mates, a simple mate dissolution agreement was enough. When I saw the line "voluntarily forfeits all rights to territory and property inheritance", I didn't hesitate. I pressed my thumbprint firmly beneath it. Right as the stamp hit the page, Clare sent me a video.

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

"The Dry Salvages. It uses a line about lavender that would fit our cause, too." "I'll have to look it up." Mom's lips twisted in thought. Peyton's gaze drifted. "The future is a faded song, a royal rose or a lavender spray of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back. You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure. That time is no healer. The patient is no longer here."

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.